ok, the next part!!

grabbed my carry-on from the overhead, went outside and got a cab to an office downtown where I was interviewing a star just named Cougar. more like Stallion from what I could see, but that’s another story entirely…..

checked in at a hotel called the Shangri-La. passed my money through the cut-out in the chicken wire and went upstairs to my room on the fourth floor. this hotel wasn’t bad, actually had bathrooms in each room instead of one at the end of the hall like a dormitory or something. wow, I bet I could find some good booze near here…. no vibrating bed, but had a condom machine in the stairwell with all the goodies including swedish love oil. bought a few for later, but turns out I didn’t get to use them…..

found my friend Pierre, a french casting director looking for people to star in a german film… something nasty probably involving defecation…. Took me to a bar, turned down two hookers on the way. sorry, don’t want that kinky lovin! had about six bloody mary’s and a few whisky chasers before saying our good byes… one other thing, in the bar, met a woman who said she had a jaw she could displace at will…. perfect thing for our films! Gave her the card with the phone number and told her to call it tomorrow and we may have a part for her! she said she enjoys a good plump sausage or three so I said let’s do breakfast!!!!

Pierre and I went our separate ways, me heading back down the street for the motel…. really needed to take a bathroom break. well, I saw a phone booth outside of a closed pawn shop, decided it looked like a bathroom stall… went in, dropped the pants, and let it rip. well, I finish up and resecure my sweatpants and I have a hand on my shoulder. hoping this wasn’t going to be a request like I received in Miami last year at a urinal… “ohh…conga line, room for one more?”

Nope, wasn’t a request to dance…. it was a San Francisco police officer!! uh oh, she saw me. Well, I got ticketed and then told I should hurry to bed before I get in trouble for public intoxication! got to the hotel, had a shower for about an hour, woke up, turned off the water, and went to bed. only killed two bugs that night, neither bigger than my thumb, so I count myself lucky.

the next morning meant back to the airport to head to los angeles again. got outta the cab at San Francisco International Airport at 7:45am to check in for my 9:05am flight back to Ontario. got boarding pass issued for bulkhead window on this B737-200. boarded United flight 1051 around 8:45am or so, pushed about 10 minutes late, took off around 9:35am for the hour and a half hop down the coast. only three of us in First this morning, no interesting seatmate to offend or invite to the lavatory. billed as a snack flight, it involved a fruit plate and small thing of cereal. idiots back in coach probably got peanuts or something. that’s what you get for flying in the back of the bus! landed about thirty minutes late just before 11:00am at Ontario… in my car a half hour later after a stop at the men’s room. drove back downtown to meet with the writer and director all afternoon discussing the rest of the cast. we need a lot of extras for this film, especially the scene where the lead characters Tawny Jones and Maximo Weiner have to come at the bank robber from both the front and behind to surprise him and trade for their escape from the building so they can get to their costume party at the playboy mansion that evening. We figured we could just find enough peeping toms on an average street corner to fill the bank (aka an abandoned convenience store) with fake hostages.

well, next day a trip back to Boston to do some work before we start filming in two weeks time.


I will write about the return trip laterz!